mashmetaller
Bluelighter
MDMA powder (experienced) Marijuana, melatonin, 5-HTP
Right this is my first trip report (despite the fact that I've been hanging around here for eons), so I apologise for any breaks of guidelines (which I have read).
Ok, I recently managed to get hold of some "pure" MDMA. It was yellow in colour and smelled strongly of licourice. I found the colour unusuial/suspicious, so I started a thread about it here.
A bit of background on my MDMA usage. I am 18, and it stared about 2 and a half years ago. Last summer I went a bit crazy, and was doing it every couple of weeks, in quantities of around 3-4 normaly, and i did go up to 8 on one night (they were shite pills though). After this I decided to take a break. A LONG one. Last time I did pills before this experience was in late September, so I had a break of pretty much 10 months!!
Over the course of the evening I took roughly 350mg MDMA (eyeballed from a gram) smoked a little weed, and then put myself to sleep with 6mg Melatonin, and 200mg 5-HTP (and a nightnurse. I swear by these things. Try em!)
Begin report:
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At around 9 me and a few mates meet up. There were 4 of us rolling, (me W, S and M) and we head over to R's house, and all decide to drop a .1g.
After just 15 mins I start to feel somthing. A slight twitch in my legs and the feeling of needing to take a shit. (I get this a lot when I come up). So I go and take a shit, then go back to R's room.
Im definately coming up now. Evtremely strongly. So is my mate M. I have to lye down and stop talking for a while. This is too intense. At this point R (who isn't rolling) tells me that he did a .07g of it a couple of weeks ago, and got really really fucked. He has a bigger tolerence to pills than me, so I start to get scared, thinking I have done too much. I panic a bit, and so does my mate M. But then I start remembering things, and quoting facts of erowid and this site to calm me down. "The ld50 of MDMA is about 6000mg, and people almost NEVER have any bad effects off just a single dose" etc. etc. This calms me down.
Then, about 25 mins after I have dropped (its 9.25) WHAM, the comeup finaly finishes! It was amazing how it just tailed off, and instead of being too intense, I was actualy a little disapointed. A 9 month wait, just to feel this? I was feeling good, but I was still socialy aware whenever I felt like saying something "loved up" or mild gurning. Oh well. Lets stick it out see what happens.
Over the next half hour or so, my mate R talks about how he has stopped doing pills now, and only smokes weed and drinks now, and he's cut down on them. I feel really good for him, and tell him that Im glad, and that this new job he's got has helped him to a lot of maturing. We chat about jobs, and universities and shit, and it feels awesome when R starts praising me about the university I've been offered a place (Its one of THE top universities for what I want to do). General friendly stuff. No pretentions, just good feelings. aaaaaahhh! Why can't people be like this all the time? Still though I feel very level headed. Not at all gurning, eyes rolling back in the head type stuff. Still, it's nice though.
Then my other mates turn up, D, J, and S2 (already have S). We persuade S2 to drop, and I lend him the money. Then J starts being a funny bastard. He's an incredible dude! He idolises people like David Hasslehoff, and used to be a dancer (he has absolutely no rhythm) with a local band. He's a truely hilarious motherfucker. I feel glad to have friends like this. aaaaaaah!
Its not about 10. I decide I feel good, but not good enough so I do another .1g.
Then the real fun begins. We get ready for an epic journey, to THE ZIPLINE. Before we go we load up with water, and I dispense the chewing gum, and melatonin I've brought along for everyone (free of charge. Im such a nice guy).
So, we're at this kids play area. Woodchipped floor, 5 good mates on MDMA, and 3 sober. We start to fuck about on the zip line. We do the classic moves, like the "running launch", the "running sideways launch", and "the superman". Im coming up on my second cap now, so I ask two of my mates, W and S to push me as fast as they can down the zipline. This feels amazing. Coming up for the second time, only not quite so strong, going at a ridiculous speed down a zipline! I hut the end so fast that the thing went up to about 90 degrees, and I fell off. This felt awesome. I do it again.
Much fannying around goes on the zipline till we decide to go climb a fire escape of a building near us and look out over our town. The stomp there was fun, chatting shit, almost being run over by boy racers, trying not to look fucked to all the dog walkers etc. We climb up to the top and it is awesome! All the lights, and the knowledge that we can see everyone but noone can see us. Our mate T arrives, and gives R a lift home (he has to be up for work in the morning). Much hand shaking, and saying goodbye and he leaves. I go along for the ride. I put my head out the window of the car, and the air is awesome! I decide now to pick up the rest that I left at Rs house (I left it there in a paranoid moment). We drive back to the fire exit.
At the top we have more great discussions about music, friends, life etc. Then we decide to go score some weed. Amazingly (our small retarded town normaly requires a few hours of fucking around) we can get it within minutes, if we leave NOW! T drives a couple of the guys away to score A FIVE DEAL OF SOLIDS YO!! Sounds pretty pathetic, but we all put our change together and that's all we can afford. S now decides to drop his second (must be around 11ish now) so I do my third.
When they get back, we bill a spliff, smoke it, and generaly talk crap whilst philosophising about our town beneath us.
Then time for another stomp. We decide to go to some swings by a school and fuck around on them. So a couple of us get a lift with T, and a couple walk.
I feel really wasted now. I think the third one hit me just as the spliff did. Im in an amazing state, feeling completely happy, whilst still being really really level headed. In a way its nice, because Im still in control of what Im doing (not completely Etarded), but at the same time I still feel myself sometime stopping what I am saying, because Im thinking "no dude, you're just going to say that because you're on pills". In a way it would have been nice If I allowed myself to go with the flow a bit more. Maybe the weed did this, maybe I needed more MDMA, Im not sure.
We arrive at the swings, and erm, swing for a while seeing how high and fast we can go, and jumping off when we dare (ahh reliving childhood!!). Then we dicide to smoke another spliff, and finish our bwad boy yo solids.
DISASTER!! Where the fuck is our hash! Oh man. Another spill would go down a treat right now. Where is it!? Quick! Everyone check their pockets/bags/backie/tins etc. etc. Much searching has to be put into find this prized treasure - £2.50 worth of black death!
It is nowhere to be found. In a typical pill fucked mision, we pile into Ts car, listen to some drill&bass (venetian snares I believe) and go search. We search the fire escape we were on, and the surrounding area. Shit. Its nowhere to be found.
We drive back to the swings a bit pissed off, and pumping out the Drill&bass. T decides to leave as it's about 1 and he want to get up early tomorrow. We bid him farewell, and I decide to lend him a Tower of Power CD, because he's a bass player, and TOP have the greatest bass player in the world - Roco Prestia!!!
On the way back to the swings me and M split another .1 of MDMA. Its strange. I've done .3g over 4 hours, and Im already coming down. God fucking damn it! Why! I thought I'd be fucked all night off .2, DEFINATELY off .3g.
Now here is a word of advice. Never bother babbing 50mg of MDMA. It was truely horrible, and we had finished our water. So we had to get rid of the powder/chemical taste with chewing gum. Nice.
Everyone is starting to come down a bit now, so we decide to stomp over to ANOTHER kids playing area (looking back fuck knows why we spent the whole time at kids playing areas, but it was a laff). The conversation is no longer flowing and has big breaks.
When we get there everyone just sits down, and we have some forced conversations. I take myself off to sit on a bench, from where I can just see my house. Its about 2.30 AM now, the last dabbed 50mg has done fuck all, and Im definately coming down. I philosophise over all the lights, and dark houses. There are people down there sound asleep, resting for work and here I am on a hard drug, having lied to my mum about what Im doing tonight. Am I really happy with this??
I realise.. YES! I have just finished my A levels, and have been offered a piss low set of results to go to one of the best universities in the country! I stopped using for 9 months to sort my shit out, so Im allowed. I think about the module of physics I re sat, which I got a U in origionaly, and got a B in the second time, and realise Im allowed to be wasted. I fucking deserve it. Fuck all you fuckers asleep! You're missing out! Cunts!
This picks me up a bit. I have the choice of a short walk home now, or staying with my coming down buddies for w while longer stomping the streets. I decide to go home. I chew 6mg melatonin (another bad idea) so by the time I get into bed I might be ready to sleep.
When I get home Its just after 3 and I brush my teeth, get some water, and take 200mg 5-HTP, as well as a capsule of night nurse (I find this stuff knocks me out a treat).
Lying in bed now is where the weirdist part of my experice happened, and is mainly why I am writing this.
Putting what I thought into words is hard, but here goes.
The melatonin, Night nurese, and 5-HTP had helped in making me feel sort of tired, but I couldn't get to sleep. So I just lay as still as I could and did some breathing exercies I do when I can't sleep. After about maybe 10 mins, suddenly zoom, I felt a part of my brain go to sleep. I was sort of dreaming, as in I was having fast flowing thoughts that sort of corelated, but not properly, yet was still awake. I could "feel" that half of may brain had gone to sleep, but which half?
You always hear people talking about "higher levels of conciousness", and I convinced myself that the "higher" part of my brain was being kept awake by the MDMA, and the "lower " part was being put to sleep by the melatonin, 5-HTP and nightnurse. I had some pretty strange introspective thoughts, which I can't fully remember, or make sense of.
It was very odd. Good, but odd. I have no idea how long this lasted, but I woke up the next day at 11, feeling a bit shabby, but suprisingly Ok. I think my large dose of 5-HTP helped.
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The thing that suprised me a lot about this was the ammount I took vs. how long I rolled. After a 9 month break, 350mg made me properly roll (or peak) for maybe 5 hours max. I would have thought this would be much longer due to how long my break was.
When I have taken a 3 month break before, it seems to have done just as much as taking a 9 month break. This leads me to belive that either,
1) After about 3 months your brain is completely 100% back to normal
2) After about 3 months you brain has recovered as much as it is going to, and MDMA definately permanently effects it in some way.
I say option 2 because, this was nothing like a profound as my first ever roll. It was more like meeting an old friend than being blown off my feet by a new love.
Anyway, thanks for reading. Post any coments, good or bad, I'll be interested to see what people think.
(edits for typos)
(haha just realised I spelled typos wrong! Oh the irony!)
Right this is my first trip report (despite the fact that I've been hanging around here for eons), so I apologise for any breaks of guidelines (which I have read).
Ok, I recently managed to get hold of some "pure" MDMA. It was yellow in colour and smelled strongly of licourice. I found the colour unusuial/suspicious, so I started a thread about it here.
A bit of background on my MDMA usage. I am 18, and it stared about 2 and a half years ago. Last summer I went a bit crazy, and was doing it every couple of weeks, in quantities of around 3-4 normaly, and i did go up to 8 on one night (they were shite pills though). After this I decided to take a break. A LONG one. Last time I did pills before this experience was in late September, so I had a break of pretty much 10 months!!
Over the course of the evening I took roughly 350mg MDMA (eyeballed from a gram) smoked a little weed, and then put myself to sleep with 6mg Melatonin, and 200mg 5-HTP (and a nightnurse. I swear by these things. Try em!)
Begin report:
-------------------------------------------------------------
At around 9 me and a few mates meet up. There were 4 of us rolling, (me W, S and M) and we head over to R's house, and all decide to drop a .1g.
After just 15 mins I start to feel somthing. A slight twitch in my legs and the feeling of needing to take a shit. (I get this a lot when I come up). So I go and take a shit, then go back to R's room.
Im definately coming up now. Evtremely strongly. So is my mate M. I have to lye down and stop talking for a while. This is too intense. At this point R (who isn't rolling) tells me that he did a .07g of it a couple of weeks ago, and got really really fucked. He has a bigger tolerence to pills than me, so I start to get scared, thinking I have done too much. I panic a bit, and so does my mate M. But then I start remembering things, and quoting facts of erowid and this site to calm me down. "The ld50 of MDMA is about 6000mg, and people almost NEVER have any bad effects off just a single dose" etc. etc. This calms me down.
Then, about 25 mins after I have dropped (its 9.25) WHAM, the comeup finaly finishes! It was amazing how it just tailed off, and instead of being too intense, I was actualy a little disapointed. A 9 month wait, just to feel this? I was feeling good, but I was still socialy aware whenever I felt like saying something "loved up" or mild gurning. Oh well. Lets stick it out see what happens.
Over the next half hour or so, my mate R talks about how he has stopped doing pills now, and only smokes weed and drinks now, and he's cut down on them. I feel really good for him, and tell him that Im glad, and that this new job he's got has helped him to a lot of maturing. We chat about jobs, and universities and shit, and it feels awesome when R starts praising me about the university I've been offered a place (Its one of THE top universities for what I want to do). General friendly stuff. No pretentions, just good feelings. aaaaaahhh! Why can't people be like this all the time? Still though I feel very level headed. Not at all gurning, eyes rolling back in the head type stuff. Still, it's nice though.
Then my other mates turn up, D, J, and S2 (already have S). We persuade S2 to drop, and I lend him the money. Then J starts being a funny bastard. He's an incredible dude! He idolises people like David Hasslehoff, and used to be a dancer (he has absolutely no rhythm) with a local band. He's a truely hilarious motherfucker. I feel glad to have friends like this. aaaaaaah!
Its not about 10. I decide I feel good, but not good enough so I do another .1g.
Then the real fun begins. We get ready for an epic journey, to THE ZIPLINE. Before we go we load up with water, and I dispense the chewing gum, and melatonin I've brought along for everyone (free of charge. Im such a nice guy).
So, we're at this kids play area. Woodchipped floor, 5 good mates on MDMA, and 3 sober. We start to fuck about on the zip line. We do the classic moves, like the "running launch", the "running sideways launch", and "the superman". Im coming up on my second cap now, so I ask two of my mates, W and S to push me as fast as they can down the zipline. This feels amazing. Coming up for the second time, only not quite so strong, going at a ridiculous speed down a zipline! I hut the end so fast that the thing went up to about 90 degrees, and I fell off. This felt awesome. I do it again.
Much fannying around goes on the zipline till we decide to go climb a fire escape of a building near us and look out over our town. The stomp there was fun, chatting shit, almost being run over by boy racers, trying not to look fucked to all the dog walkers etc. We climb up to the top and it is awesome! All the lights, and the knowledge that we can see everyone but noone can see us. Our mate T arrives, and gives R a lift home (he has to be up for work in the morning). Much hand shaking, and saying goodbye and he leaves. I go along for the ride. I put my head out the window of the car, and the air is awesome! I decide now to pick up the rest that I left at Rs house (I left it there in a paranoid moment). We drive back to the fire exit.
At the top we have more great discussions about music, friends, life etc. Then we decide to go score some weed. Amazingly (our small retarded town normaly requires a few hours of fucking around) we can get it within minutes, if we leave NOW! T drives a couple of the guys away to score A FIVE DEAL OF SOLIDS YO!! Sounds pretty pathetic, but we all put our change together and that's all we can afford. S now decides to drop his second (must be around 11ish now) so I do my third.
When they get back, we bill a spliff, smoke it, and generaly talk crap whilst philosophising about our town beneath us.
Then time for another stomp. We decide to go to some swings by a school and fuck around on them. So a couple of us get a lift with T, and a couple walk.
I feel really wasted now. I think the third one hit me just as the spliff did. Im in an amazing state, feeling completely happy, whilst still being really really level headed. In a way its nice, because Im still in control of what Im doing (not completely Etarded), but at the same time I still feel myself sometime stopping what I am saying, because Im thinking "no dude, you're just going to say that because you're on pills". In a way it would have been nice If I allowed myself to go with the flow a bit more. Maybe the weed did this, maybe I needed more MDMA, Im not sure.
We arrive at the swings, and erm, swing for a while seeing how high and fast we can go, and jumping off when we dare (ahh reliving childhood!!). Then we dicide to smoke another spliff, and finish our bwad boy yo solids.
DISASTER!! Where the fuck is our hash! Oh man. Another spill would go down a treat right now. Where is it!? Quick! Everyone check their pockets/bags/backie/tins etc. etc. Much searching has to be put into find this prized treasure - £2.50 worth of black death!
It is nowhere to be found. In a typical pill fucked mision, we pile into Ts car, listen to some drill&bass (venetian snares I believe) and go search. We search the fire escape we were on, and the surrounding area. Shit. Its nowhere to be found.
We drive back to the swings a bit pissed off, and pumping out the Drill&bass. T decides to leave as it's about 1 and he want to get up early tomorrow. We bid him farewell, and I decide to lend him a Tower of Power CD, because he's a bass player, and TOP have the greatest bass player in the world - Roco Prestia!!!
On the way back to the swings me and M split another .1 of MDMA. Its strange. I've done .3g over 4 hours, and Im already coming down. God fucking damn it! Why! I thought I'd be fucked all night off .2, DEFINATELY off .3g.
Now here is a word of advice. Never bother babbing 50mg of MDMA. It was truely horrible, and we had finished our water. So we had to get rid of the powder/chemical taste with chewing gum. Nice.
Everyone is starting to come down a bit now, so we decide to stomp over to ANOTHER kids playing area (looking back fuck knows why we spent the whole time at kids playing areas, but it was a laff). The conversation is no longer flowing and has big breaks.
When we get there everyone just sits down, and we have some forced conversations. I take myself off to sit on a bench, from where I can just see my house. Its about 2.30 AM now, the last dabbed 50mg has done fuck all, and Im definately coming down. I philosophise over all the lights, and dark houses. There are people down there sound asleep, resting for work and here I am on a hard drug, having lied to my mum about what Im doing tonight. Am I really happy with this??
I realise.. YES! I have just finished my A levels, and have been offered a piss low set of results to go to one of the best universities in the country! I stopped using for 9 months to sort my shit out, so Im allowed. I think about the module of physics I re sat, which I got a U in origionaly, and got a B in the second time, and realise Im allowed to be wasted. I fucking deserve it. Fuck all you fuckers asleep! You're missing out! Cunts!
This picks me up a bit. I have the choice of a short walk home now, or staying with my coming down buddies for w while longer stomping the streets. I decide to go home. I chew 6mg melatonin (another bad idea) so by the time I get into bed I might be ready to sleep.
When I get home Its just after 3 and I brush my teeth, get some water, and take 200mg 5-HTP, as well as a capsule of night nurse (I find this stuff knocks me out a treat).
Lying in bed now is where the weirdist part of my experice happened, and is mainly why I am writing this.
Putting what I thought into words is hard, but here goes.
The melatonin, Night nurese, and 5-HTP had helped in making me feel sort of tired, but I couldn't get to sleep. So I just lay as still as I could and did some breathing exercies I do when I can't sleep. After about maybe 10 mins, suddenly zoom, I felt a part of my brain go to sleep. I was sort of dreaming, as in I was having fast flowing thoughts that sort of corelated, but not properly, yet was still awake. I could "feel" that half of may brain had gone to sleep, but which half?
You always hear people talking about "higher levels of conciousness", and I convinced myself that the "higher" part of my brain was being kept awake by the MDMA, and the "lower " part was being put to sleep by the melatonin, 5-HTP and nightnurse. I had some pretty strange introspective thoughts, which I can't fully remember, or make sense of.
It was very odd. Good, but odd. I have no idea how long this lasted, but I woke up the next day at 11, feeling a bit shabby, but suprisingly Ok. I think my large dose of 5-HTP helped.
------------------------------------------------------
The thing that suprised me a lot about this was the ammount I took vs. how long I rolled. After a 9 month break, 350mg made me properly roll (or peak) for maybe 5 hours max. I would have thought this would be much longer due to how long my break was.
When I have taken a 3 month break before, it seems to have done just as much as taking a 9 month break. This leads me to belive that either,
1) After about 3 months your brain is completely 100% back to normal
2) After about 3 months you brain has recovered as much as it is going to, and MDMA definately permanently effects it in some way.
I say option 2 because, this was nothing like a profound as my first ever roll. It was more like meeting an old friend than being blown off my feet by a new love.
Anyway, thanks for reading. Post any coments, good or bad, I'll be interested to see what people think.
(edits for typos)
(haha just realised I spelled typos wrong! Oh the irony!)
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